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Sunday January 21, 2018

Dave Bonta January 21, 2018

Low, gray clouds, and the ground half-brown after a day and night of melting. Over the rumble of my furnace I hear a screech owl trilling.

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  • April 24, 2017
    ‪Overcast and cool. I'm outside for an hour and there's no point at which something—chipmunk, squirrel, towhee, siren—isn't signalling alarm.‬
  • April 24, 2016
    Cold air, warm sun. Two male towhees tweet at each other in the lilac. The old crabapple is coming into bloom, as shockingly pink as ever.
  • April 24, 2015
    It's just above freezing, bright sun alternating with clouds. The usual bird calls seem to have an almost interrogatory tone.
  • April 24, 2014
    A cloudless blue sky. It's hard to tell the pale elm flowers from the sunlight shining on bare twigs and branches. A dove calls and calls.
  • April 24, 2013
    A chickadee carries a piece of gray down into their hole in the tree; its mate follows it in. A minute later it carries the down back out.
  • April 24, 2012
    Bright and windy. A towhee flies in and out of a multiflora rose bush seemingly without a care, as if it weren't studded with sharp hooks.
  • April 24, 2011
    Peonies have broken ground: skinny red claws reaching for the light. The whining clucks of a hen turkey separated from the flock.
  • April 24, 2010
    Chipping sparrows are mating on top of the wall around my garden: she raises her tail and he rushes forward for the one-second cloacal kiss.
  • April 24, 2009
    The bottom half of the porcupine-girdled cherry tree is in bloom; the top is lifeless. You'd think the news would travel from the ground up.
  • April 24, 2008
    I dreamed of a late snow and woke to find the earliest miniature yellow daffodils shriveled, and a new clump of white ones in full bloom.

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